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Do you remember when summer was summer?
Crazy with June we ran
Sticky fingers syrupy with popsicle drips
And tongues stained in shades of fake fruits
Daisy chain days
Crabapple happy
Hands clapping to silly sing-song rhymes
Trees climbed high to find
The perfect perch for our bird light bodies
Rainy days
Dancing in the drops that hit the hot street
And vanished with a sizzle
Shady days
Lying in the warm grass laughing
Daydreaming of the boys we loved
And loving the girls we were
When summer was summer.
submitted for Poetry Pantry 136 at Poets United
